Lyrics:
Gang shit
Eastside
Westside
South side
North side
Stone Mountain
Stand up
Stand up
Where you from
Born by the rock
Bitch come lookin
Get the hook
niggas I just get that paper
Breed let off several shots but it didn't even graze us
You let a nigga take your stick so now you in da grave son
I'm a real
[Chorus x1.5: Trife Da God]
This world is full of shockers, and project soap operas
Episodes of drama, never ending sagas
[Trife Da God]
You
they going live
Find another waste of time
Cause it's going by
If I'm going anywhere
You know I'm going fly
Aint no shortys in the spot
Then I'm aint gon
Why dress in a white dress
Oh oh oh ooh oh oh oh
Why dress in a white dress
Oh oh oh ooh oh oh oh
You know how many people I've seen get married
on the phone
You can call Jake Shuttlesworth
I’m on the Skytel
Coping bales from Ms. Butterworth
Hand me my mail
Meet me by the shuttle
All I want is bundles
I
Holiday Season
I talk to God like I'm 'bout to die (die)
I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)
They paid no attention, was walking by
off, sniffin' and scratching
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
She wakes up, with an urge to get high
Everyday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix
The question is why the answer what makes
If you wants my opinion I tell you don't take x 2
Why...
(Smoothe Da Hustler)
Why is it hard for my words
get it
You knowing the plug
And I hold the key da lock
You could be loyal or not
You could be hot or you cold
You could be cold or you hot
Hoe you
hawked by night riders
You bound to get game in a world full of liars
You gotta stand firm on shaky grounds
Yo Chauncey, break it down for Da Brown
the only thing I own NOFLIPE is my home
No throne no crown need to fight the city of Dulltown
I'm not interesting by the control asshole
Wanna smile in da
blow mine
Empty mags I do the whole nine
Mouth closed I do the whole time I aint dropping no dimes
Pull the 45 committing war crimes
Oh my, its da boy
Got a bunt nigga twist it
I'm a get drunk with my biscuit
5 cent cup, take a sip kid
I'm a product of the p-jects
My teachers always told me that
greatness
This a letter to the ones thats around
Ima get rich , move you out of town
I won’t fall no , i can’t touch the ground
Pat my own back cause i make
I don't like it (x4)
I spread some butter on my bread and it fell on the ground. The washer right by my bedroom and I can't sleep from the sound
VERSE
Stains on the block / car foggy with marijuana out Projects like summer time, make it rain when it get hot / niggas talking greasy, gotta
sis
Ayyyyyyyyyyy
Ayyyyyyyyyyy
Fuck it up sis
Nigga Fuck how ya feel
Ain't gon kill my vibe
Bitch I'm runnin wit da gang
And we came to get live
Soon
Yeah
Nigga Tompkins Project
Since 1974
It's fucked up when niggas die
I mean we living and dying
In the Stuy all day, everyday BK
Tompkins PJ stand
I use to sell crack In Da projects
Now I bump bundles of Logic
Hats on da block like coca
Talk shit nigga callate la boca
I remember sitting by
weaker people don't all ways agree.
Check ... What I may manifest next
Poorly Righteous Teachers droppin' Holy Intellect.
Givin' you da best what I may
the silent treatment already ain't no siree
I'm taking on the role of a heel or the heavy
Bout to make a flick in which yo protag gets taken out by me,
Try me,
Your girl gave me top
Gave me that top in the Buick
We go In ya bedroom we go and fuck to my music
600 1s for a toaster
A Toaster I’m praying da
pimpin' (Pippen)
I told you, I got a grip on defeat
(da feet) , but ya still (steel) slippin'
The kids bust not too far from ya camp is
(campus) why we
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